Girls seem to be really embarrassed. I really don't care, since I know that it's only a result of my foolish manipulations and interactions with her birth canal. Actually, if anything, it's a good sign to me, since it means that you're keeping them naturally lubed. So ... whatever.

When my bf and I had first started dating, we drove up to his parents house for the weekend to pick up a few things. We had the house to ourselves, so one of the nights we decided to get sexy in the basement. His parents have a few of those really comfy, leather recliner chairs down there, so I thought it would be fun to use one of them for our sexual purposes. Bad idea. We kept sticking to them, unwillingly reclining and coming back up, and as a result, I almost broke his dick off. In addition, the dog kept running outside to the backyard with an undergarment and then coming back in to grab another one to take outside. Eventually we decide the chair thing isn't a great idea and move down to the floor. Now by this point, neither of us are really feeling it anymore, and I know I won't be able to get off, so I tell him that I don't think I'll be able to, but to go for it if he thinks he can. He gets his and then we are both quietly laying on the floor knowing that we just had some of the worst sex ever... and then I queefed. I was so mortified that he would think I had farted right after the terrible sex that I stared wide-eyed into his face and exclaimed, "That was NOT a fart!" He of course knew what it was and started cracking up. So the queef actually saved us from a really awkward night.

TL;DR: My bf and I had terrible, awkward sex one night and my queef made everything better.